Oh, hi.
Is this thing on? Is
there anybody out there?
Crickets, I’m sure.
Oh well. I’d talk to a brick
wall, so here goes nothing.
My last blog post was in November. That was very many moons ago. I’m afraid I kind of suck at this blogging
thing. And for that, I express my
deepest, most sincere apologies.
But here I am. Not
so secretly wishing that I was going back to school shopping and picking out a
theme for my classroom and wondering about the 25 {psht, who am I kidding…32!}
new friends that would be there to greet me on the first day of school. Last year I was just SO! PUMPED! about my new
job that I hardly noticed all of the back to school funness that I was
missing. But this year I’m
noticing. And it makes me a little
sad. I kind of want to put up a bulletin
board in my living room. But I don’t
think my new landlords would go for that.
Oh yeah. I moved. To a deluxe apartment in the sky. No, really.
I totally got lucky and scored a superfab downtown apartment overlooking
the river. If I liked to entertain, I
could have some really awesome parties on my deck. But I’m just too tired after the work week to
have a party. So that’s not currently
happening. Someday…
In other news, I have finished the requirements to sit for
my BCaBA exam. Woot, woot. Anyone out there in blogland taken this? Or maybe you’re preparing to take it? We should form a support group. I’m not a fan of tests. Especially major exams that are somewhat life
or death. Well, I probably won’t really
die if I fail it. I’ll just be really
disappointed. And have to shell out more
money to take it again.
Speaking of behavior analysis, I really can’t wait until the
FBI contacts me to go work for the BAU.
Because that’s totally what I do: criminal profiling. Not.
But that’s what most people think I do when I tell them I’m a behavior
analyst. Thank you, Criminal Minds.
What I really do is spend my days with a bunch of little
people who have autism. It’s pretty fun.
They’re all unbelievably cute and lovable. Until they try to bite you. And then it’s more like Shark Week and you’re
running for your life. So far I've made
it out with all of my limbs. Whew.
I have a couple of new friends who have extensive
vocabularies. And by extensive
vocabulary, I mean they can drop the F-bomb like a rapper. It’s quite shocking to hear a five year old
say, “What the f--- are you looking at?!”
But after a few weeks of “F---! F---! F---!” being screamed fifty
million times in the span of 2 hours, I don’t even notice it anymore. It’s just like hearing someone say, “Have a
nice day!”
My days are never
dull, that’s for sure. But sometimes
{like during the SUMMER}, I wish they were dull…that way I could be at the pool
with my teacher friends. I was born a
teacher. Which means I was born to take
a little break during the summer months and an even littler break in the fall
and at Christmas and in the spring. The
only breaks I’m getting now are called the weekend. And they’re not long enough. BUT….
If I wasn't working all year round, I would have a list T-H-I-S
long of stories to tell you people.
Stories about weaves on coffee tables and people swimming down the
sidewalk and spider infestations and parents who think I’m also a bank and so
many more.
So stay tuned. Ms.
Preppy is back and she has stories to tell!
{She also feels like she needs a new name. She’s not having adventures in primary and
polka dots anymore… More like adventures
in underage cussing. But that doesn't
have quite the same ring to it.}
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